Songs have been sung; tales have been told.
Of true lovely love, from the days of old.

But have you heard of this one I feel for you?
Do you feel this feeling too?
Do you sense this lasting implosion?
This wholesome reaction, this combustion?

I want to be with you.
I need to be with you.

I'm here and you're here.
And I feel nice and cozy and I just don't care.
I feel glorious and decadent ;
Irresponsible , indulgent.

I like your face and your fuzzy brown beard.
And the sun shining on your shaved shiny head.
Your body is a tempting fantasy.
I just can't help my straying sight.

We should grow old together,
Till we can't see each other.
And our ashes are kept and revered.

So tell me now, love of my life.
Do you feel for me too,
What I feel for you?